Maybe just the touch of a hand…

I’m feeling feverish. My throat is probably going to explode in few minutes and it’s been raining for 3 days in a row so far; the spring-like days that have been deceiving us during the last weeks abdicated to a gloomy and autumnal weather. I’m feeling cold, my eyes are shiny and my head hurts a little. I’d definitely better go home and have some sleep. But I’m in my office instead, just back from lunch break in the canteen. But if I stop and feel what my guts are actually telling me, I really have no reason to run…

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